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A18 FRANK BIANLEYS
G REAT LINE-UP.
The tour startled men were tiring now as they retreated-
and they were tiring in earnest.
Then they dodged into the next room.
“Don’t follow them,” ordered Frank. sliarply.
mean business!”
“Will you surrender-the whole infernal pat-lg?“ came
the leader’s voice.
“Not a surrender!" rang 1[anley’s voice.
armed, and We’ll have to let you get away.
we’ll do.”
“They'll run into Sato and Joe and some of the 0lht'I‘s
outside,” chuckled Spofford, in an undertone.
But Frank heard, and he bolted into the next room just
as the Scoundrels dashed through the rear door of the house.
"Don’t stop them !” roared Frank. “Don‘t try to?
’I‘hey’re shooting for keeps l”
But Joe, Sato and some of the other boys had started
toward the escaping fugitives.
More shots rang ‘out.
“Fall back, Up and At ’Em Boys l." roared Manley, “It’s
all right. We’ve got what we came utter. Dou‘t get in
their way 1”
Yet, mindful of Joe's reckless pI'O]3eIlellle>'. llauley run
out into the open back of the house.
He must save that foolhardy youngster it’ the thing were
possible.
“Don’t monkey with ’em, Joe I” shouted our hero.
But in the group of boys who had obeyed orders by stoiy
ping pursuit Manleyfs quick eye did not see J oe Prescott.
“He went after ‘etn,” said .3310.
“Stay where you are. the rest of you!"
back. as he sped for the woods.
Flaslies and reports ahead showed that the lttgitii‘es did
not yet consider tltelnselves clear of pur.su.it.
A little way in the woods Frank cmne upon -.1 figure dodg-
ing swiftly from tree to tree,
Ahead was a flash. Chug! Zipped a bullet into a tree at
our hero’s side.
“Joe I” called Frank, sternly. after the dodging figure.
Frank, too, found himself obliged to run from tree to
tree, for the bullets were coming with dismaying ucciiracy.
"Joe!" quivered Manley, at last, and pounced upon Pres-
cottis back, dragging that husky youth to the ground.
“Lie where you are, or I'll knock you out !" gratetl Mun-
ley.
Joe knew his captain well as. one who would not waste-
threut.-‘, so he lay still, face down.
Half :1. dozen bullets czune flu‘-it way. but pusswl harms
lcssly above them.
Then the spiteful fusillude co.-asetl.
"What. did you Want to alt)-eeget shot T” tlemnnulctl Hun-
ley.
“Wanted to bag one of the bunch, and l'.,l lldVL' tlunr it.
too." grunted Joe. “Why did you want to spoil it ?"
"Simply becatise l didn't want to see you killed. Solute
of our fellows are hit already. Do you want to commit
guicide, you impetuous ‘cl1ump?"
“'l‘hey
“Wclre un-
Bnt thats all
Frank shouted
Joe allowed himself to be headed back toward the house,
but he could not refrain from grumbling.
“It seems to me you took as big clismees as I did."
“Tliat‘.s one oi’ the things that recklcsss people drive other
- folks to." retc-rted Frank. “But. as it is. you’re alive. You
wouldn't be it’ I hadift gone after you."
“If we ever go on u cliuse 1il.e this again," growled Pres-
cott, “we want to bring firearms. too."
“No. we don't." negativcd Frank. sharply. “Boys liaye
no business shooting at people. If I ever catch you with :1
revolver, Joe. l pledge you my word to do all I can to get
the other t'ellows to yore you out of the club. Don’t forget
that. old fellow 3"
Back in the house Frank paused only long enough to ask
if the two little fellows were all right.
Then our hero began to take account of the harm that
had been done.
Jim Larabee had been struck in the left leg by the bullet
that Manley had escaped in the tirst attack.
It looked as if .Tim would be out of the football running
for the season. 1
Hal had bound at liandkerchief around the leg, and, by
twisting a stick in the handkerchief. had stopped the gu:sl1-
ing of blood for the time being.
Hal himself had had his neck grazed by it bullet that
had scrnpnl the flesh and narrowly eaeaped the jugular
vein. ,
Humphrey. who was well nigh as reckless as Joe. gloricd
in :1 wound where u bullet had nipped 2! good bit of flesh
out of the side of his left. hand.
Frank state it sigh of relief zll finding that it was no
worse.
And now Sato. with the skill that is acquired by the Jup-
ancse jiu-jitsu men. acted the part of (‘]nel'g‘(.n(1‘y umrgeonp
He found that the ball had gone clean throlrzh l..urabee‘s
leg. without touching the honed ‘
lnow put a new ligature on .Tini"s leg, and then pros
nouncezl him as being all right until he could be gotten
liomv.
“Win:-w !" muttered Frank. mopping the Streaming PW.
epiration from his t‘orehead “Pm beginning to pimp fol-
thw quiet life. 'I‘lmt"s the liotteet sixdv s‘l‘('.Ol'l(lfN‘ we ever
lnul, fellows." i
'l'l1en he sprang ow-r to shake linntls with Jacket; and
lV:tllie, and t-ongratuloterl them.
"llow did Wallie act Frank found chance to Whisper‘
in his little pI'otcgt3's eur.
“Like :1 brick !” :1n<wered Winston.
"Didn‘t show the white fr-nthr,-r‘r"
“Not :1 little bit Y"
“Woodstocl; grit !" mutt:-red Frank, smiling grimly,
Now lllv: little yollngsl-‘N had to tell, hurriedly: whim
hml l:uvf-alleti them.
ln the midst of the recital lnow Sum ztglp om, quiet“.
He wulited to make sure that the late fiigitivcs did not rp-
turn and attempt to make things warm for the Up and
At ‘Em Boys.
"Now, were got to get back to the world,” announced